Owned by Him (Editing)

Reward

Once my hair was tied back, Jordan took the lipstick from my hands and knelt down in front of me. 

“Remember when I used to do this whenever we were going out to dinner?” He asked, smiling rather goofily. Unlike him, I did not share the same happy nostalgia as he did. 

Stoically, I replied “Yes, Sir. I remember.”

He was tender as he applied the lipstick and he applied little pressure to the small brush as he guided across my top lip. I looked past him, staring blankly at the wall behind but even in my peripheral vision, I could see how wholeheartedly he was concentrating to ensure not a smudge was out of place. 

“I did not bring you any mascara to apply as whilst we dine, you will be kneeling beside me, blindfolded. Do you understand?” 

Jordan asked as he gently held my chin between his thumb and forefinger. 

“Yes, Sir.” 

“Good girl. I am so proud of you. You have come on leaps and bounds since I have been away.” 

His praise was genuine, I could tell by the tone of his voice and whilst I should have been pleased that my submission was being recognised, I could not have felt more doleful. I was becoming the exact thing he wanted. I was allowing myself to be owned by him and there felt no way out of it. If I continued my rebellion I would be continuously beaten and flogged which I knew my body could withstand no longer with the weakened state it was already in. 

“Addie, are you listening to me?” Jordan asked, his voice a strange combination of concern and annoyance. 

“I’m sorry, Sir. I was thinking how pleasant this lipstick looks.” 

I detested grovelling, I really did but the only way to convince him not to hurt me was to suck up. 

His face broke into a bright smile, all teeth and sparkly eyes that I had complimented something he had done. 

“Ah, well I am very happy you like it.” 

I offered a small grin whilst watching him retrieve a wide strip of red ribbon from his back pocket. 

“I thought this would match the lipstick.” 

“You are right. It matches well, Sir.” 

After Jordan had tied the ribbon across my eyes and latched the accessorising handcuffs around my wrists, he lifted me into his arms and carried me from the room. It didn’t appear to be a long trek from where we had been to the dining room but it was long enough for me to not remember all of the twists and turns and staircases once the blindfold was removed. If it was to be removed. 

I could hear the other men inside the dining room, some boisterously laughing, others jesting about who would be getting the larger portion of cherry pie at dessert but then…then I heard the deep, alluring voice I had been longing to hear. Jordan had placed me down beside him and whilst my sight had been taken, I could feel just how small I was amongst him. 

“Alright mate, how did you and Jase get on with the new venture?” Phoenix asked, obviously shaking Jordan’s hand. Despite my heart yearning for him to acknowledge me in some way, my head remained downcast. My heart and mind wished to speak with Phoenix, to ask him why he had distanced himself from me but then Silas’ words tore violently through my thoughts and reminded me that I was not worthy of Phoenix’s attention nor his affection. 

“It will start taking effect in a few months. Jase has asked his brother to help import the girls over here.” Jordan replied, snaking his arm around my waist. I felt my stomach drop at the thought of other young women being treated as I had been. I pondered the ludicrous idea of approaching Jordan on the subject once I had further convinced him of my submission. Perhaps I could make something useful out of my imprisonment.